From the perspective of a dimension unknown to Flatlanders, this part of their world looks decrepit and decaying. How do the residents experience this ‘space’?
I set this drawing aside before I selected it for today’s post. I named it soon after I drew it. Looking at it again, it looks like the girl is sitting in the guy’s lap. I could have been more thoughtful about composing a scene of two people studying.
I’m trying to think of a Flatland explanation of this configuration of lines. The only thing that comes to mind is that the array of lines is a defensive instinct of Flatland lines, similar to the Roman Turtle defense. When threatened, the lines assume a configuration that will repel their enemies.
The photographer reveals himself in this image by virtue of the shadow of his camera in the frame. In the two dimensional world of Flatland, surely philosophers and scientists have developed theories to explain the phenomenon of transient dark patches in their world. There might be a Flatland philosopher (of an n-sided polygon class (where […]
Although each is in his/her own world, they are united in their grotesqueness.